While out today I climbed up into an abandoned railroad bridge. Trains haven't crossed it for 40 years. I paused and listened to the stories still held in that pile of rusted steel and creasote soaked wood.
This bridge might seem insignificant now. Without it though, millions of tons of iorn ore would not of been available to build the skyscrapers of new york. And the mighty army of the great world wars. It is forgotten now, but if you stop and listen, it remembers.
